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King Richard the Third – Act IV, Scene III

O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, / Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another / Within their alabaster innocent arms: / Their lips were four red roses on a stalk / Which, in their summer beauty kiss’d each other. / A book of prayers on their pillow lay; / Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang’d my mind: / But, O the devil there the villain stopp’d; / When Dighton thus told on, we smothered / The most replenished sweet work of nature, / That, from the prime creation, e’er she fram’d.